Chapter 312: Keep Going
"No." Cassandra’s answer came too quickly to preserve any appearance of calm. "Keep going."
Martin returned to her pussy, while Katherine remained unusually quiet beside her. She knelt with her thighs parted, watching his mouth move between the other woman’s legs. One hand drifted down her stomach and stopped just above her own bare pussy.
Martin noticed from the corner of his eye. Without lifting his head, he freed one hand from beneath Cassandra’s thigh and held it out to Katherine.
Katherine understood the invitation immediately. She caught his wrist, drew his palm between her legs, and swung one knee over his forearm. Rather than sitting beside him and guiding his fingers, she straddled his arm and lowered her wet pussy onto his hand.
"I knew you wouldn’t forget me," she said.
Martin curled two fingers into her, and her smile broke around a gasp. She planted one hand on his shoulder, then began rocking along his forearm. Her hips rolled forward until her clit dragged across the heel of his palm, after which she pushed back and took his fingers more deeply.
There was no embarrassment in her rhythm. Katherine used his hand with the same confidence she brought to everything else, adjusting the angle whenever she wanted more pressure and rewarding him with a breathless sound when he gave it to her.
Cassandra watched her for several seconds, fascinated despite the pleasure Martin continued building between her thighs. "You truly don’t hesitate once you decide what you want."
"Why would I waste time pretending otherwise?"
Martin sucked Cassandra’s clit again, stealing whatever reply she might have made. A moan escaped her, and her fingers pulled his hair hard enough to border on pain.
Katherine noticed the change at once. "I wondered how long you could keep pretending to be composed."
Cassandra tried to answer, but Martin slid his tongue lower and pressed it inside her. Her hips lifted from the sofa as he held her steady with his remaining hand.
"Martin."
His name no longer sounded like an instruction. He returned to her clit and used the rhythm she had chosen earlier. Cassandra’s legs tightened around him again, and this time she made no effort to force them open.
Katherine rode his hand faster, her nails digging into his shoulder. She kept watching Cassandra, and seeing the other woman surrender seemed to sharpen her own pleasure.
"You’re close," Katherine said, the certainty in her voice softened by her uneven breathing.
Cassandra shook her head as though she could dispute what her own body was doing. "I don’t know."
"Your legs have already answered for you."
Martin increased the pressure of his tongue, and Cassandra’s other hand plunged into his hair. Her thighs closed firmly around his head, trapping him between them. He could still breathe, although not comfortably, and she no longer seemed aware that she had trapped him at all.
"Whatever you do, don’t stop now."
Martin kept the rhythm Cassandra had chosen until the first involuntary pulse moved beneath his tongue and tightened her entire body.
"Martin!"
Cassandra cried his name and pulled his face closer. Her back arched from the sofa while her thighs shook around him. She held him in place through every wave, grinding against his mouth until the strength began to leave her legs.
Martin slowed without pulling away, easing her down while the last tremors moved through her.
Katherine was still moving over his hand, but watching Cassandra come had stripped the remaining playfulness from her face. She rode his forearm hard, using both hands on his shoulders for balance while his fingers worked inside her.
"Curl them toward me," she gasped.
Martin obeyed, and Katherine drove her hips down around his fingers. She managed two more desperate rolls across his palm before her thighs clamped around his forearm and a cry broke from her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers while her hips continued in short, helpless movements, and Martin kept his hand exactly where she needed it until the last one passed.
For several moments, Cassandra’s thighs still framed his head while Katherine sagged over his arm. Cassandra recovered first and slowly loosened her legs. When she looked down at Martin’s wet mouth and the fingers still buried inside Katherine, color spread across her face as awareness returned.
"I held you there."
Martin kissed the inside of her thigh. "I noticed. You were enjoying yourself, so I wasn’t going to interrupt unless I actually needed air."
Cassandra’s color deepened. "You should have made me release you."
Katherine tried to laugh, but the movement of his fingers turned it into a shudder. "He was breathing, although I wouldn’t call it comfortably."
"You’re still sitting on his arm," Cassandra said, glancing down. "Perhaps neither of us should criticize the other’s restraint."
"Fair."
Katherine lifted herself from his forearm, and Martin carefully withdrew his fingers. Both shone with her release. She caught his wrist before he could wipe his hand and drew one finger between her lips, cleaning it slowly while keeping her orange eyes on him.
By the time Katherine released his finger with a quiet pop, Martin’s cock had hardened fully again. She looked down at the result with unmistakable satisfaction. Cassandra leaned back against the sofa, still breathing too heavily to recover her usual authority. She made no effort to close her legs, and if anything, the hunger in her crimson eyes had become less guarded.
Katherine caught Martin by both shoulders and guided him upright. Once he stood, she pushed him backward onto the open space beside Cassandra, then stepped between his knees with a smile that left no doubt about her intentions.
"Now show me what you kept me waiting for."
Naked and flushed from the orgasm she had taken from his hand while his mouth remained between Cassandra’s thighs, Katherine looked down at Martin. Rather than satisfying her, the release had only sharpened the hunger in her orange eyes.
"I’ve been patient long enough."
She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him once, spreading the moisture gathered at the head. Martin drew a rough breath. His body had recovered while he pleasured both women, and Katherine looked delighted by the hard length filling her palm.
She placed one knee beside his hip and began climbing over him, but Cassandra’s voice stopped her before she could settle onto his lap.